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the future removed is set in the year 2037, 17 years after school at hogwarts. all the students of old have grown up and are the leaders of the world now, and here, their children can roam free.
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gryffindor: 000
slytherin: 010
hufflepuff: 000
ravenclaw: 010
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Skin: mimmy of RCR
Sidebar: Dana
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 The [S C R E W T I T L E S] Title, tag sexeh professor lady!
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It had been a long hard day working at the Wizengamot. Actually, that's a lie. I just felt like starting this with a cliche and then a comic relief. The day had actually been rather easy, the first case so preposterous that it was almost unanimously decided to let the man go, and ending around noon, perfect for a timely lunch break that Rian sometimes missed. He found a restaurant across the street and ate quickly as he usually did. He wasn't a slob with his eating, so he didn't come across as the type to literally inhale his food but somehow his plate always appeared clean faster than anyone he knew, like magic in the eyes of most people. But he wasn't expected back until two....right around the time that Zoey's next class would end. He grinned as the idea came into his mind. Her headmistress probably didn't appreciate it when Rian visited the school or Zoey's class because he could be....a bit of a distraction. Even dressed professionally for work as a Wizengamot member and secretly a member of the Brotherhood, in his mid-thirties, he could still be a little childish sometimes, especially with his wife, and he could bring out a goofy side to her, even with her a Potions professor for years now. But he was blessed to still be very much in love with Zoey, and still liked to make her day by surprise-visiting her whenever he could, and he was still confident enough to believe that no matter how much he distracted her class, it did make her day.
He apparated to a place right outside the Hogwarts grounds walked through the entrance, making his way to the front doors of the castle. He could remember leaving there and hoping he would never have to see the school again. School hadn't really been hell for Rian, he had been a popular guy and had enough good times, but it was still the place where he was forced to sit through countless tedious classes, most of which he truly never did use again in his life. And there had still been many more rules than he would have liked, even if he broke most of them. But then that hope had been before he married a professor. He had visited many times since then from the time he was nineteen, just because he wanted to. It wasn't every day, if he literally saw her every second of every day as ideal as it sounded in his mind, it would make less for them to talk about when they got home, besides he liked to surprise her, but her classes usually knew his face. Heading down the dungeons was always a walk down memory lane as the dungeons were where he had lived for most of seven years of his life. Potions class had been the easiest for him, as the professor tended to be a little easier on his class, still leaning towards them. That was before Zoey took the job, and she tended to be fair to pretty much all. She made a better teacher than he ever would have, he would have stuck to tradition. Slytherins were the Lords of the dungeon and therefore favored in Potions class. Not that Rian had ever bought into that whole house rivalry thing.
When he reached the classroom, class had already started, but that only meant he didn't bother to knock on the door to make everyone's heads turn. Zoey was away from her desk with her back to him, probably examining a student's cauldron or something like that. He took a seat on her desk, palms holding the edge as his legs dangled over it. She had a young class, first years maybe, and a girl in the front row giggled at the sight. He put one finger to his lips with a smirk to put her in cahoots with him of not giving away his presence until Zoey turned around. He grinned boyishly, swinging his legs a bit also boyishly but not letting them knock back against the desk. He wouldn't draw her attention before she naturally turned it. He must have seemed like a very model adult here, swinging his legs against his wife's desk lightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he waited.
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